Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.